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This is the night I write a love poem.
I couldn’t see past the humble day
It isn’t allowed anymore
Our future awaits us.
If I talked about peace
If I gave somebody the o.k. To make me obey them and hurt them would you stop me?
I didn’t go anywhere
Would you stop me?
There isn’t a home I write in as well as yours.
We pray for peace
Would you hold Me?
The glass is half full.